24 at lunch time

On the way across the railroad tracks to Harris Teeter at lunchtime I passed a 50ish caucasian male, wearing aviator glasses and something resembling cowboy boots (jeans, obviously), sitting on the little railroad tie bridge over the ditch next to the tracks, smoking a Marlboro Light, drinking a 24 ounce can of some Budweiser varietal. Still in its little plastic bag from the store. On the way out saw a black guy covering up a 40 of Old English(?) with his jacket, for some reason.